Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

"Yoli. Yoli, come on, wake up. Say something to me."

Lizetta's hands were trembling, her voice shattered. She couldn't bring herself to touch Yolanda, fearing she might shatter her into pieces.

How could there be so much blood? Such a torrent flowing from beneath Yoli's head.

"Somebody help! Please, someone save her."

Her vision blurred, everything around her seemed to dissolve into ghostly shadows, a vast emptiness swirling before her eyes.

Only the glaring red beneath Yolanda stood out, so vivid, so scarlet.

It was all her fault. She knew it was reckless, yet she insisted on throwing this damned wedding, and now Yolanda was paying the price because of her.

"Liz."

what had happened as he caught

down, and the blood staining Lizetta's wedding dress, turning the pristine white into a haunting red, clenched his heart in

he'd ever felt, but one thing was crystal clear in his mind: Yolanda

anything were to happen to Yolanda, he and Lizetta would

Remington was down on one knee, swiftly tearing a piece of fabric to carefully

a doctor! Now!" At the same time, he barked orders at

and as the manager snapped back to reality, he

don't be scared. The doctors are on their way,

the moment she recognized him, her empty gaze filled with intense loathing and coldness, sharp and piercing, as if a million needles were ready to

gentle and meek, avoiding conflict, never taking initiative to

at anyone with such deep disdain and almost hatred, especially

him that way, as if she wanted to

say in a voice foreign and hoarse, "Don't

handsome face turned cold as a storm cloud, while Lizetta looked around desperately for someone